Day 22 - Miracles

A poem a day for the month of May

Hey everybody! How are you doing today?

WOW, today has been a huge day in my world - a day of miracles indeed! :) I’m SO excited and so full of energy, I’m not sure where to put it all.

One announcement before I get into it: being that it is a day of miracles, I have officially lost my mind with happiness over this whole poem-a-day journey, and have decided to offer you all one of my own! You can find all info below :)

Hope you will join us!

A miracle indeed: all 4 of us being in the same picture for the first time in a long time <3

Today, with no surprise, miracles.

The aspect that immediately stood out for me was the pluralization of the prompt - “miracles,” instead of, as I most often think I see it, “miracle.”

In both cases, the result is, well, miraculous. Or magical. They’re both fantastic. But when I closed my eyes, gently invited my mind to take a break, and felt the movement of the word in my body as I repeated it over and over… it rang distinctly differently.

It’s wonderful to start with “miracle;” we already have our feet stepping in a great direction. We’re opening the door, and calling out sweetly for grace to come our way. It’s not completely nonsensical - it’s surely intentional - but, it’s like the first level.

Let’s add an “S” - miracles. For me, the world transformed at this point. When we exist in the same space as “miracles,” there’s a new commitment. A new sense of responsibility, a new depth of maturity. If we can, or dare to, speak in “miracles,” the way you live your life is more apparent, more clear to those who reach you, more radiant with a powerful integrity.

This kind of integrity speaks to me greatly. It’s like a foghorn cutting through the mist - and I pay damn good attention. I gravitate to it naturally, as I’ve learned more about the frequency of my soul I want also to reflect in my environment.

And it got me thinking. If I at this point organically move towards the same kind of light I know myself to be, if I wish to surround myself with the same integrity I also live within, I must inevitably step towards miracles.

And this movement isn’t unique to just me, so then, as humans, we are inherently (I think I write that word basically every day now) able to step closer to miracles.

Miracles are something our systems recognize as entities in our world. They have slightly different forms than other objects with which we may be familiar, but they’re as solid and real as animals or trees or any living organism.

A miracle is a blessing, but miracles are human - magic, divine, omnipresent… and human. They’re part of our world, they’re part our birthright, they’re part of our team.

And I think there’s a major opportunity for each of us to develop relationships with them, become miracle whisperers if you will. That relationship is primarily about love - how close are we willing to move towards ourselves, knowing we’ll see more and more? The less inhibition in the path to our heart, the less inhibition in the befriending of our miracles.

It’s also about kindness, because just like words, miracles want a soft place to land.

So load up your heart with fuzzy blankets, warm tea, and hugs, because whenever you’re ready, our miracles are waiting for you to find them.

Brightest love, sweet lights <3

(One tiny phrase that wanted to peek its head out after the fact: All that was needed was all that was left behind.)

Miracles

It’s not miracle,
But miracles
The fact that we can expect them
     That we can expect them often
The fact that it’s more than just a phenomenon
     Singular
But a way of living
The fact that miracles live among us
     Doting, waiting, anticipating
The fact that if they come again and again,
They must be alive
Roaming the world far and wide
     With minds and ideas of their own
The fact that their abundance makes them a population -
There are dogs, cats, fish, and sheep
     And miracles
And maybe, 
If they’re alive, 
If they have minds of their own
If they are a distinct species,
We can befriend them,
Seriously, attentively, wholeheartedly.
If we can know not to hold anything back,
Maybe they would call us 
Miracle whisperers.
It’s not just miracle,
But miracles,
Because you believe,
Because you see the morning dew on little flowers,
Because you see soft noses twitch in slumber,
Because you see round pegs fit into square holes and build castles,
Because you taste fruit so sweet it makes you cry
And you hear music so soulful your own heart bursts to join it.
Because you see how much we love each other.
Because we found each other in the first place.
Because you can be still 
And listen. 
Listen, 
Even now, perhaps you can hear 
The subtle winging of our miracles
As they fly gaily through the air.